One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and no one to come sit by it.

“Past the seeker as he prayed came the crippled and the beggar and the beaten. And seeing them…he cried, “great God, how is it that a loving creator can see such things and yet do nothing about them? ….God said, I did do something. I made you” *feel free to insert your own “God” in appropriate places*